The dynamic of the Bulls

Connor:

I woke up in the same position I’d fallen asleep, my head resting on my dad’s strong, hairy pec. I inhaled, breathing in his familiar masculine scent that I loved so much. It was unmistakably him, a mix of his musk, spice and he always seemed to have a oakwood like scent to him. As his chest rose and fell with his deep breathing, I let my soft hand trace through his dark body hair on his stomach. I could hear the rhythm of his heart beat, even and calming. He felt so warm as the heat radiated off him, made me feel safe lying with him as he held me close.

My body was sore from all the fucking we did yesterday. It felt like I ran a marathon, but was so worth it. Any pain always seems to be worth it when it came down to dad, and I craved more.

“Mmm, morning, sport.” Dad said groggily as he began to stir and stretch. He turned his head, giving me a kiss on the forehead as his arms wrapped around me.

“Morning dad.” I responded back with a content smile.

“How you feeling?” He asked.

“Sore.” I responded flatly, making him chuckle.

“I’m sure you are, son. I still can’t believe how much fucking you handled yesterday.” He said smiling at me with pure pride and admiration. It made me feel like I was glowing inside. I felt his strong arm beneath me move as he grabbed my ass cheek. “You always amaze me, ya’know that? We’ll let your ass heal this morning though. Don’t want to damage my boys pussy too much.” He said joking as he leaned over and gave me a kiss. His lips soft yet strong as my hand rested on his bearded jaw, caressing him as I kissed back.

“Cmon dad, please” I pushed back as our kiss broke, “Its our last day to ourselves for who knows how long. I’d rather be sore and ache then know I’m missing out what we have.” I admitted to him. I needed him, and wasn’t going to waste any of our limited time together.

“Not now, sport. You need to give yourself that time to heal.” he murmured, his voice warm and paternal, a quiet smile softening his words as he looked at me. “Besides,” he added, mischief dancing in his eyes as he tugged me gently onto his powerful body, “I never said our time together had to be wasted.” His hands settled on my waist, steady and reassuring. “Wanting you doesn’t mean I need to take you like that everytime,” he continued, his gaze holding mine with tender intensity, “there’s multiple different ways for you and I to, bond.” He said as his lips upturned, a mischievous promise lingered silently between us.

He caught my gaze, holding it as I sensed the rigid press of massive wood growing and stiffening against me. "Oh yeah?" I murmured, tracing the rugged lines of his jaw with my eyes. "What're you thinking, dad?"

“Well, as much as I crave sinking into that flawless tight ass of yours, or your warm, greedy, wet throat,” he said with a grin, casually letting his tongue drag against his lower lip, “sometimes it’s nice to just sit back and unwind.” He said as he put his hands behind his head relaxing. His strong biceps flexed, showing off the cords of his arms, taught like steel cables. His huge cock, half hard, but pulsing and growing stronger, was between my inner thighs where I straddled him. My own little dick was already solid as a rock, and as his kept growing, I could feel the heat and power of his manhood pressing against my own. Another reminder of who the real man here was. “What’d ya say, sport.” His smirk a challenge as he cocked an eyebrow, “why don’t you give your old man a hand and stroke my cock.” His words causing my tongue to dart out and trace my lower lip.

“With how big you are, I’ll need both hands just to get started,” I teased, my words drawing a low chuckle from him as I wrapped my fingers around his thick, rigid length. My thumb and index fingers had no chance of meeting as I held him. Heat radiated from his cock like forged steel, the veins pulsing against my palms. When I began to slide my hands along him, a glistening pearl of pre-cum swelled at his piss slit, catching the light before it trembled, ready to trickle down his fat cock head.

“Mm, that’s nice, sport.” Dad exhaled relaxing back in comfort as I worked him. Raw strength seemed to radiate from his frame. A flash of white teeth appeared as he grinned, absorbing the scene in front of him. His cock stood rigid, thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin. His huge, heavy balls swayed, tapping rhythmically against my own little set, while my short, stiff length brushed his mighty shaft with each motion.

The bead of precum got bigger, glistening and swelling over at his tip. Boiling over, it dribbled down the fat ridge and curve of his swollen crown. I used a hand, circling the dome of my dad’s big sensitive mushroom head, spreading his warm, wet, slickness with each stroke as he produced more. With each stroke, the friction eased, as his boner began glistening with his slick essence.

“Mmm, fuck, boy… yeah… just like that.” The words punched out of him in a low, ragged groan. I savored the weight of his power in my grasp, the raw vibration of it humming through his skin and against my own. Knowing I was the one twisting those sounds from deep within his throat. Knowing I had the man who made me, the man whose cock forged me, writhing under my touch.

He kept leaking steadily, the slick precum making his massive shaft glide even easier in my grasp. I felt my own underdeveloped cock dampening against him, droplets of my own precum dribbling down his heavy sac. "God, you make so much precum," I murmured, letting my rhythm quicken just enough to feel his breath catch. The air between us thickened with each stroke.

“Mmm, that’s ‘cause you’re so damn good at this, sport. You’ve known how to make me feel good from the start.” His grin widened, eyes locked on mine. “Easy now, just let it happen. We’ve got time.” A casual wink followed, his hips shifting as he drank in the sight of my precum slicked hands sliding along his thick length. I eased the rhythm, dragging my palms in smooth, deliberate strokes. Dad’s gaze burned into me, raw and primal, watching every twist of my wrists. When I brushed my thumb along that tender ridge on the underside of his cock, where his shaft met his crown, a spot we both knew too well, a spot so sensitive, his head fell back with a ragged groan. Bliss tore through him. Like father, like son. Our weaknesses and pleasures mirrored.

The sunlight through the window had crept away, leaving us in a different slant of the mornings glow. I'd been working his shaft for what felt like a half hour, my hands slick and determined around his mighty shaft. He lay back, his hairy, powerful, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes fixed on me with that intense, primal stare. I loved how he watched me, like I was something precious, but I needed to finish this, to feel him come undone from my touch.

"Almost there, old man?" I murmured in a tease, my teeth catching my lower lip. He was drowning in it, lost to the pleasure I was giving him, and I could feel the telltale pulse coming from his man hood, the heat building up.

"Christ, sport," he groaned, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he raked his gaze over me. "You've had me teetering on the edge. I’ve been fighting it hard, but fuck, the way you look wrapping those soft hands around me? It’s unreal." His voice dropped, rough and commanding. "Now make it happen, and I’ll show you how a real man cums." The challenge hung thick in the air, daring me to push him over.

“Fuck yeah, dad!” I breathed out, quickening my rhythm. His cock was a thick beast my fingers would never fully cage, but I twisted my grip hard as I pumped him. My right hand working against his flared head, grinding his swollen tip like I knew he craved.

“That’s it, don’t fucking stop,” Dad growled with a pant, his gaze locked on my hands working him raw. Sweat gleamed on his throat as his hips jerked up against me.

“Fuck your cock is so big. You like seeing your massive cock fill your son’s hands, dad?” I murmured, letting the filth drip like honey. The taboo ridden dirty talk always made him wild.

He groaned, his voice deep and thick. “Mmm, you look so fucking perfect, sport. You like stroking the cock of a real man.” His shaft pulsed harder in my grip as he teased me back. In my grasp, I could feel his frantic heartbeat with each pulse of his shaft. Close. We were so close.

“I love it dad, I love making you lose it. C’mon, shoot for your son, cover me,” I taunted, my tongue tracing my lip as our eyes locked. My hands flew over him, ruthless and fast.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop, boy! Just like that, son!” Dad’s moans tore through the room. Sweat glistened on his skin, muscles straining. His reward, and my own, was coming. That monstrous cock swelled, iron hard and throbbing. His veins snaking up the shaft were angry and raised. Somehow even more precum spilled from his swollen tip, slick and relentless.

“Fuck dad, you gonna paint me with your thick load?” I grinned, tilting my head to hold his desperate gaze. My skin already tingled, craving the warm rush of his release.

“Gonna drown you in it, kid. Fuck!” His voice shattered into a groan, knuckles white where he gripped the bedsheets. The veins along his shaft pulsed like a live wire.

“Do it. C’mon dad, cover me.” My fist tightened, twisting on the upstroke. I needed it; the proof, the heat, the thick wetness of his genes that only he could give me.

"Christ, boy. Oh god, sport. I’m gonna cum! Fuck!" Dad grunted with a deep moan, his massive cock throbbed violently in my grasp as the first thick burst of his thick, pearl white cum erupted from him. His body twisted, head flung back in ecstasy while I stroked another heavy rope free. His seed arced up high through the air before raining down, plastering me. His thick load landed in my hair, streaked my forehead and cheeks and grazed my lips, relentlessly blowing more.

"Fuck yeah, Dad! Oh fuck, you’re flooding me!" I grinned wildly, angling his shaft lower to drench myself completely in him. He roared, hips jerking as more ropes splattered across my smooth toned pecs and dribbled down the valleys of my abs. I swiped my tongue over my lips, savoring the salty and masculine flavor oh his seed. As he came down from his climax, the final spurt blew out weakly, landing on my own rigid little cock pressed against the root of his pulsing dick. Drops still seeped out and ran down my fingers as I squeezed him empty.

“Oh fuck, sport. That was incredible.” Dad gasped, his broad chest heaving as he stared at me through a haze of satisfaction. A lazy grin spread across his face while he studied the site of his climax glistening on my skin. “Hell, I really painted you, boy.” He laughed low in his throat. I grinned up at him, basking in the comforting wet warmth of his load. I leaned forward, cleaning the final beads from his piss slit with my tongue. His taste, his powerful frame, the thickness of him; I craved it all. I craved, him.

“I love feeling your cum all over me, dad.” I murmured, “It’s so thick and warm.” I  dragged my fingers through his seed dribbling and pooling on my abs. Dad didn’t speak, he just watched with that dark, possessive gaze as I explored his aftermath covering my upper body. When he moved, it was sudden, his hands locking around my hips as he pulled me closer. Then as he sat upright, crushing his mouth against mine. His tongue plunged deep, claiming my mouth while hunting the traces of himself I hadn’t swallowed yet. I responded, moaning into the kiss as I arched my body against him, tasting his masculinity and the remnants of his seed together with him.

“My perfect little slut.” He grunted softly against my lips as we parted. His softening heavy cock lay against his hip, as my own little dick ached and stood at attention. “Looks like my boy still needs to cum.” Dad said with a grin as his calloused thumb traced circles around the ridge beneath my swollen little penis head. A rough, knowing chuckle escaped from him as my body arched in response, a whimpered moan escaping my lips as his touch went lower, softly teased at my sensitive, throbbing, short shaft. The feeling of his weathered hands against my tender skin felt like electric, making my hips shiver and my abused hole flutter.

“Oh fuck, dad. Not yet.” I admitted as I grabbed his strong arm to stop him. “I want to hold off till we actually fuck.”

I felt his body rumble as he started to chuckle. “Bullshit.” He said confidently as his manly hands grabbed my hips and spun me around with ease. The curve of my back resting against his hairy, strong torso. “You know I like getting you off.” He whispered, his warm breath on my ear as his hands fell to my groin. His fingers holding my sac, rolling my smooth little testicles like stones in his grasp as he growled into my ear. “My bitch always squirts for me.”

“Fuck.” I let out a whispered whimper from his words, he continued playing with my little nut sack. His rough, shortly trimmed beard grazed at my shoulder as I leaned back into his hairy body. I could feel his huge spent dick curved between his hip and my ass cheek.

"Mmm, you like that, sport?” Dad murmured, his voice thick with playful intent as his fingers traced the size of my pathetic boy hood. Lately, my mind had become the ignition switch for the explosive finishes only he could give me. Ordinary releases felt hollow now; I was becoming addicted to the full-body convulsions triggered solely by the relentless drive of his hips. The sheer mass of his cock reached places inside me I hadn't known existed while his impossible thickness maintaining an unyielding throb against that deep, hidden knot in my prostate. Still, I couldn't deny the electric jolt that shot through me feeling his hands; rough enough to make me gasp, yet skilled enough that I'd stopped pushing him away.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, the sound catching in my throat as his hands moved over me. My fingers dug into his thick forearms, anchoring myself while he traced slow, deliberate paths lower down my cum covered body. His other hand went passed his rough palm cradling my balls, his touch dipped further back, calloused fingertips skating over the sensitive skin of my taint.

I shifted, legs falling open wider without thought. Inviting. Needing. Together, our breath hitched as he found it, my tender pucker, still looser than usual and healing from yesterday. He didn’t push in, he didn’t need to. He held the pressure there, relentless and still, until my hips jerked against nothing. A whimper tore loose as I clutched harder at his arms, muscles rigid under my grip.  “Ugh, fuck, dad!” I gasped, arching from his touch.

With his other hand, his thumb began sliding along the underside of my short little shaft, rough yet delicate all at the same time. Between both his hands on my most sensitive parts, he had me pinned to his body. Teasing. Claiming. Making every nerve scream from his touch.

“Mmmm, look how much you’re leaking, son.” His breath hit my neck as he scraped his stubbly beard along my shoulder and neck. “You like when I play with your little clit?”

My vision blurred, every sensation erasing my thoughts. His thumb kept circling that electric spot where my cock’s head met my short shaft, mirroring exactly where I’d touched his earlier. All while his palm cradled my balls in a possessive grip. Then, his other hand kept relentless pressure grinding my taint, the heel of his palm driving against it and inevitably, my prostate. Not the penetration I craved, but brutal efficiency. He owned the rhythm, the pressure, my pleasure.

“Fuck, that feels…” The words slipped out breathless and jagged, “so good, dad.” my body twisting beneath his familiar grasp. He knew precisely where to apply pressure, where to linger. His palm shifting against my taint, the deliberate drag of his middle finger circling my abused hole. Every nerve ached for him to breach me. My hips rolled upward, seeking friction, seeking surrender. His touch balanced brutality with tenderness, just enough force to threaten release, then backing off to keep me on edge.

“Mmm, I can feel you trembling, boy.” Dad murmured with a grunt into my ear. “You gonna squirt for daddy?” He teased, his warm breath on my neck.

“Please…” The word cracked as I squirmed into his touch. “I need to, dad, I can’t hold back.”

“Fuck, look at you,” he snarled, his thumb grinding hard against my swollen leaking tip. My hips continued jerking, helplessly. “Such a needy slut. Your clit is so stimulated son, I made you so wet.” His words made me open my eyes as we both stared. Between my legs, my tiny boner stood, flushed red and twitching pathetically, slick with precum. My dad’s own thick cum still pooled wet at the hairless root of my little shaft. When his calloused thumb casually dragged over that burning spot on my dick once more, rough and relentless, I shattered.

“Oh fuck! Dad!” The gasp tore from my throat, ragged and desperate, as my body trembled uncontrollably. Dad’s hand pressed down with precision on my smooth taint, that ruthless pressure igniting every nerve. My body arched and my head slamming back against his strong, broad, shoulder as my pathetic cock convulsed. Jets of watery cum squirted out of me, splattering across my stomach and his thick, veined forearms.

“Yeah, that’s it. Cum for me, boy!” he said through a grunt into my ear, his voice thick with triumph. His hands never relented their teasing, milking out every last shuddering spurt while I became overwhelmed with pleasure. Blind to his expression, I still felt it: the savage grin carving into his face, the raw pride radiating from giving me such an intense orgasm.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, shit! Dad!” I gasped, still shuddering as I continued releasing across my lower abs.  My fingers dug into his forearms, my anchor while my climax ripped through me. His teasing had me worked up, and now I rode the aftershocks, feeling my cock pulse weakly as the last drops dribbled down my short length, pooling with my dad’s thicker cum from earlier. “Fuck… oh fuck, dad.” I buried my face against his neck.

He chuckled darkly, turning to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss. “What a messy little show you put on. Nothing hotter than making that little dick squirt.” He said with a grin.

“Oh my god, dad, that was intense. For a second there I thought you were gonna leave me on the edge.” I admitted which drawing a chuckle from his chest.

“Mmm, wouldn’t dream of it, sport.” His arms look cling around me possessive and warm, “I like making you squirm and squirt like that too much to let you go without.” His thumb tracing the outline of my nipple. “Now how about we fuel up with some breakfast, then I can properly wreck you at the gym.” He said in a playful tone. “At least your chest that is.”

“Sounds like a perfect day to me, Dad.” My grin widened as we both slipped from the messy sheets. He crossed the room with that effortless stride, his rough fingers raking through my cropped blonde hair lingering with sweat, and his semen, before his lips brushed my forehead. As he walked out the doorway, he gave a final glance over his shoulder; warm, proud, and claiming, before he disappeared downstairs to start breakfast.

Alone in his room, I let my smile linger, then caught my own reflection. The mirror showed the chaos on my body. His impressive load streaked white globs across my face, chest, and abdomen, thick and pearlescent where it pooled. My own load, thinner and much more translucent, lay spattered atop his at my lower abs, a stark contrast. Proof of his dominance. Proof of us. With a low chuckle, I turned toward the shower.

Jeff:

Connor finally came downstairs as I finished flipping the eggs. The morning light catching his toned body, perfectly displaying his taught muscles on his slim frame as he entered the kitchen. He was the perfect boy. My perfect boy.

“So, whats for breakfast, dad?” He asked, energetically.

“Just some eggs and toast this morning, sport.” I said with a grin. “Hope that’s okay for ya.” I added.

“Definitely, I could eat anything at this point.” He told me, his smile blooming naturally on his soft face. As if on que, both our stomachs growled, causing us to laugh.

Connor and I finished breakfast at the table, then head to the back patio, carrying our still steaming coffee mugs, to finish them and enjoy the morning sun before hitting the gym. We settled into chairs circling the unlit fire pit, letting the warm sunlight soak into our skin. Neither of us had bothered with clothes. There was a profound, unspoken comfort to this; being open and bare beneath the open sky, sharing the morning with my son. My gaze drifted to him, watching as he tilted his face toward the sun, utterly at ease in the golden light.

His smooth, milky skin had revealed every detail of his body with a striking clarity. Sunlight carved shadows along the defined ridges of his muscles, deepening their appearance. The golden strands of his hair caught the light, radiating a soft luminescence as it sat perfectly on his head. His smooth, toned legs were parted, exposing his delicate little nub of a soft penis resting on his taught little testicles. I admired the persistent rosy flush his compact manhood always seemed to have, a vivid contrast from his complexion. The pale tan lines from his speedo only seemed to emphasize it further. He was a beautiful boy. My beautiful boy. My son.

I couldn’t resist glancing at myself in the same morning light that fell across my son. The difference between us was stark; where he was lean, I was broad and thickly built, muscles shaped by decades of hauling materials on job sites and lifting weights. Sunlight caught the dense layer of dark hair dusting my chest, stomach and arms, making my skin, that was just a touch deeper in tone than my boys', seem almost luminous. My legs were planted apart, and between them, rising from the trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair that tapered from the hair on my stomach, hung my heavy, thick flaccid cock and the weighty swell of my big balls.  I too had a bit of some tan lines going from the shorts I had been wearing.

As I raised my gaze, Connor's attention lingered on me, mirroring the same way I had checked him out earlier. His blue eyes traveled deliberately along my large frame, as if to try and memorize each and every contour. A quiet laugh escaped me before I took another sip of coffee, deciding to offer him a little performance. I adjusted my posture, allowing my powerful thighs to spread slightly wider as I adjusted my junk, making it flop around a bit for him. Then resting my free hand behind my neck my large bicep bulging visibly beneath my skin.

Connor looked like his mouth could have started watering as his gaze tracked me. I just gave a grin, as our eyes locked, and he knew I’d caught him staring. His cheeks flushed a bit at the realization he was caught.

With a grin, I stood up and closed the difference between us. His eyes glued to my thick, heavy shaft and large, full testicles that swayed between my thighs with each step till I reached him. My imposing soft cock hung free, dangling just inches in front of his face while he sat. His teeth grazed his lower lip as he admired me. “So, what’d ya say, sport? Ready for the gym?" I said down to him with an easy smile.

“You bet, dad.” He said as I helped him up. Instinctively, I pulled him close to me, our warm bodies colliding. I felt both our manhood smash against each other as we did, mine large and heavy and his underdeveloped, as I leaned down and kissed him fierce and deeply. For a moment, I worried one of the neighbors might see us, but our kiss was too good to break as we both moaned softly into one another’s mouths. Plus, we were pretty well secluded back here from any prying eyes. As our lips parted, neither of loosened our hold on each other. I loved the feeling of holding my boy in my arms, his tight frame cradled tight to my own larger form.

“So, ready for a workout, dad?” Connor asked as he nuzzled his head against my hairy pec.

“Let’s get moving, sport.” I told him, pulling him in to one more tight embrace before steering him inside. I threw on some worn grey sweat shorts, while Connor put on some nice shorts showing off his ass perfectly. I knew for a fact that neither of us had underwear on. We ended up wearing matching tank tops. I grabbed my duffle, packed with a change of clothes for us, then head out to the truck.

As we arrived, I was surprised to see how slow the gym was, but was also relived too. It meant we wouldn’t have to wait for any equipment today. After dropping off our gym bag at our locker, we head over to do some warms ups and stretching.

Mid way through our warm up, I couldn’t help but get an uneasy feeling, like we were being watched. As I looked around, I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. A couple other guys were in the gym working out, but nothing really struck me as off. I shrugged it off and went back to our warm up.

As we finished our warm up and head to the gym floor, I felt that feeling again. As if eyes were on us. As my gaze swept the room again, I found the set of eyes watching us. It was some guy I hadn’t seen in the gym before. He had to be in his late 30’s, solidly built, auburn hair and a stubbly beard just shorter than my own beard. He flashed a grin from his treadmill as we passed by. My hand settled on Connor’s shoulder, steering him toward the bench, unsure if it was a move of protection, or possession.

“You okay, dad?” Connor asked. He must’ve been able to feel my tensing energy.

“Yeah, some guy is staring at us.” I said, nodding toward the man. Connor followed my glance, catching the lingering stare.

“Looks like we’ve got our first fan.” Connor said making a joke, which made me crack a smirk. We ignored the guy and went on with our work out.

As we loaded up the bench for Connor to do his first set, I noticed the man come over and start loading the bench right next to us. Normally, I wouldn’t think twice by this, but the gym was empty and he could choose any other open bench. As I spotted Connor while he began benching, I noticed him still watching us as he loaded his own bench. With Connor’s last rep, he hung the barbell back up to take a break.

"Spare this 45?" the man asked abruptly, pointing toward our unused plate. I passed it to him with ease, the cold iron slipping between our hands.

“No problem.” I said flatly, as he took the weight.

“I’m uh, Dean, by the way.” he offered, shifting his weight. “New trainer here.” His gaze still lingered a beat too long. Then I was second guessing if I’d imagined the edge to it. He probably could’ve just been someone scouting for business.

“Jeff,” I said, nodding toward the bench. “That’s my son, Connor.” The tightness in my shoulders loosened as Connor resumed his reps, as I hovered nearby. Normally Connor and I would lift together, switching between sets, but Dean and I fell into conversation; where to grab decent tacos, which bars had the best drinks. All the small-town topics. I let my son work through his sets alone while I played tour guide for the new guy.

After a few more reps, Connor re-racked the bar and finished his set. “I’m gonna go grab some more water.” Connor said giving his near empty water bottle a shake, then head toward the fountain. As he did, I started adding some more weight to the barbell sleeves so I could start my sets.

“He seems like a good kid.” Dean said to me with a grin.

“He is. He’s my world.” I said back smiling. Not sure if what I said was too much as the words hung between us.

“He seeing anyone?” Dean asked, causing me to nearly drop the weight I was carrying. It was a blunt question to ask, catching me me off guard.

“He uh… yeah, he is actually.” I said definitively, making it known Connor wasn’t available without going into much more detail. I could feel my heart start beating heavily, a bit of a jealous rage building up as I saw the look on Deans face as he checked out my son.

“Mmm, that’s too bad.” Was all Dean said as he went back to lifting. Perhaps my intuition with this guy was right all along, but I knew I had to keep my cool. Nothing good would come from me getting worked up. I continued loading the bench, heavier than typical as I knew I had to burn off some steam now.

“Woah, dad, that’s a lot of weight.” Connor stated as he returned. His eyes fixed on the barbell, now stacked with an extra pair of 45s on each side, more iron than he’d ever seen me have loaded before.

“Figured I’d go heavy today. Spot me, sport.” I called out, adjusting my grip on the bar. From the bench nearby, Dean’s stare lingered. Not on the weights, but checking out Connor’s bubble butt in his shorts as he got in position. That lingering gaze, the way he’d casually asked last week if Connor was seeing anyone… Who did this prick think he was? Doing this right in front of me, like I wouldn’t notice. Like I wouldn’t care. The knuckles on my hands went white as I gripped the barbell. The bar had to go up before I put Dean’s head through the mirror. It was bold enough of him to act like this in front of someone’s father. Little did he know that my boy was mine, and I had no intentions to share.

With a sharp exhale, I drove the barbell upward, trembling against my palms. Connor's gaze locked onto me from above, I could see the silent wonder widening his blue eyes. One after another, I hit rep after rep as the bar came down to my chest and I lifted it in the air above me. My muscles screamed at the last rep, but I conquered it, the bar clanked into place after 10 reps. My arms and chest were pumped, I panted catching my breath, sweat glistening from my temples. Both Connor and Dean stared at me with a look of amazement. The fury in my veins was giving me an impressive edge.

“Damn, your old man’s built like a bull!” Dean remarked to Connor, flashing a grin. “Seriously impressive.” His eyes flicked back to me. I just stared back, chest still heaving from the last set.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Connor murmured, his gaze fixed on me with a thoughtful smirk, not even registering Dean. I returned a quick wink as I gripped the bar again, hoisting it up for another set. Yeah, it was cocky, but under Connor’s wide-eyed stare, lifting weights this heavy felt like pure dominance over the situation. I could feel the heat coiling up, my desire growing as Connor and I stared at each other. Behind his eyes, I could tell he wasn’t just amazed, there was something hungry, something raw.

A few sets later, we wrapped up with the flat bench, and moved onto the incline. Just as we started loading the bar, like clockwork, Dean claimed the bench beside ours. "Looks like we're synced up," he offered, grinning at us. I returned a polite smile, though internally I wished he'd give us space. With him hovering, Connor and I couldn't relax into our usual rhythm. Worse, his lingering glances toward my son weren't subtle. I took the bench first this round, Connor spotting me. After my set, we traded places; stripping weight before letting him lift.

As I watched him lift, I couldn’t help but stare at him endearingly. He looked so cute, the sheer concentration etched across his features during each lift. When he finally racked the bar, completing his set, I flashed him an approving grin, proud of him.

“Hey, mind if give a quick pointer?” Dean asked, interrupting the moment.

“Uh, sure.” Connor said and Dean slipped into my spot. His voice low as he instructed Connor to lift the bar again. Truthfully, I barely registered the words he was saying. My vision was blurring at the edges as the my rage built up in my chest. There he was, his hands touching my son’s body, pretending to guide him, but I could see him feeling him up. His palms skated along Connor’s toned and pumped up chest. Then it happened, Dean bucked his hips slightly forward, causing his groin to collide against Connor’s head. I saw nothing but red with rage as I squeezed my knuckles into fists. Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

“Yeah, that makes sense, thanks!” Connor said thanking him. Oblivious to the rage I felt inside

“No worries, keep that form tight.” Dean tossed over his shoulder, already walking back to his bench. “Big guy, spot me for a quick set? Gotta squeeze out a couple more at this weight.” Casual, like he owned the place.

“Sure thing.” I said flatly and cold as I got into place. The urge hit me like a rogue wave to drive the bar down, letting the steel crush his windpipe. Bold, smug bastard.

I took a second to breathe, steadying myself. I don’t know what was coming over me. I was never the jealous type with Mary. I was never the jealous type with anyone I’d been with. I looked over at Connor who watched us intently as Dean started lifting the barbell. His eyes burned into me with a raw hunger, the same kind had for him. He wanted this, he wanted me.

If Dean was gonna act bold and cocky, so could I. As he strained against the barbell, I leaned in close, just as he’d done to Connor, and rocked my hips forward. My heavy soft cock behind the thin fabric of my shorts thumped against deans temple. With a soft, unmistakable, thud, Deans eyes went wide and his focus shattered mid rep. My massive cock clearly caught him off guard. I quickly grabbed the bar to re-rack it before he buckled.

“Woah, gotta stay focused there man.” I said in a playful tone, but giving him a knowing look. His eyes gazed back at me, as if knowing he’d crossed a line with me. In his face he had so much confusion, but I could tell he was also intrigued.

“Uh, thanks man. Guess I gotta work up to some more reps still.” Dean said shakily.

As I added the weight back to our bench and sat down, Connor gave me a knowing grin as he gave a light silent chuckle to himself. I tipped my chin up, flashing him a quick wink before lifting the barbell again.

We wrapped up our sets and migrated toward the cable station for flys and triceps work. After exchanging nods with Dean, he peeled off toward the leg press, leaving us some breathing room.

“I saw what you did there.” Connor said with a confident grin as we worked out.

“What?” I played along acting dumb but smiling at him.

“Thanks, he was a lot.” Connor said, this time more seriously.

“If anyone ever bothers you, just tell me.” I told him flatly yet lovingly. I’d always protect my son.

“Can’t cock slap everyone, dad.” Connor whispered with a chuckle, making us both laugh. “Anyway, I think someone was a bit jealous.” Connor teased, looking up at me playfully.

“What, can’t a dad look out for his boy?” I teased, flashing him a crooked grin.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” Connor shot back, his voice dripping with intent. All the pent up rage in my veins had other plans, my cock began filling out almost instantly. As much as I wanted to wait till tonight so he could heal more, I was going to have to take him. I looked around again at the practically empty gym, then leaned forward and pecked his lips.

“Good.” Was all I said with a wink. I murmured with a slow wink. “Just... watching that bastard’s hands on you made me see nothing but red.” The confession tore out of me, as my jaw clenched.

“Guess we’re gonna have to find someway to get that rage of yours under control.” Connor said as his hand teased at the waist band of my shorts. My cock making a larger, clearer visible print behind the grey fabric. I grabbed Connor tight and passionately, driven with a lustful rage.

“We’ve done enough working out today.” I told him as I guided us to the locker room, my steps quick and demanding.

As we entered, I looked around and made sure the coast was clear. Each locker way and bench was clear. The locker room was just to ourselves and I intend to use it. I knew it was risky being in public, but it just seemed to add to the excitement. Before Connor could say a word, I threw him up against the row of lockers and kissed him with an intense, primal passion. His tongue lingered at my lips as he whimpered into my mouth, while I deeply grunted with passion into his. As we broke our kiss I ripped his tank top off his body, exposing the sculpted, smooth, muscles on his torso. He hungrily pulled mine off too.

“Fuck dad, this is so hot. What if we get caught?” Connor moaned in a whisper as his hand lingered at my fabric clad boner making an obscene tent.

“Thats their problem, not mine.” The words escaped me in a low tone. I pulled him into me as our mouths met each others hungrily, pinning him back up against the metal lockers. My hips rolled forward, the obscene line of my hard cock behind the worn fabric of my shorts ground against the heat of his delicate groin. Through the fabric of his own shorts, I could feel his eager little boner throb.

My hands slid down his spine, fingers slipping beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts. My palms against his meaty flesh, gripping the perfect curve of his ass. With a cheek in each grasp, I kneaded and spread them apart, the movement causing his shorts to fall, pooling at his ankles. He kicked free of shoes and socks in one frantic motion, leaving him bare in front of me.

My middle finger traced the pucker of his hole. Slow deliberate circles. He shuddered, gasping into my mouth, his body arching like a bow under my control

Connor kept rubbing my erection as we kissed, trapped beneath the fabric of my shorts. His fingers finally slipped beneath the elastic of my waistband, his hand grasping my thick, throbbing length. I groaned into his mouth as he touched me. With his free hand, he pushed my shorts lower, freeing my straining cock. It sprang against him with a soft thud, flinging a wet streak of precum against his hip and the locker behind us. His hand moved along my shaft as our kiss deepened, there was no turning back now..

“Ugh, fuck dad. You’ve got me so turned on like this.” Connor admitted with a hitched breath against me. The confession thick and needy as my lips kissed down his neck.

“Yeah, you like this?” I murmured, fingers grazing the round curve of his ass before landing a sharp, playful smack that made him jolt.  “Being in public like this with your dad?” I added in a low, hungry growl. His hips bucked as my hands slid upward, tracing the lean lines and crevices of his torso until landing on his tight pecs, my thumbs massaging circles around his perky nipples. A airy groan tore from him, his teeth gently sinking into his lower lip. I was in total control here, it hummed through my veins electrically.

“Ahh, yeah dad!” His words trembling from his mouth. “This is wild…I love it. I… I love you.” He said as his lips crashed against mine again, desperate, still hungry.

“Yeah, why don’t you prove just how much you love your dad?” I grunted hungrily as I shoved him down to kneel in front of me.

“Was hoping you’d ask,” Connor grinned up at me, both palms wrapping around my fat, pulsing shaft as he pumped slowly. A low groan tore from my throat as a few pearls of precum dripped onto his smooth pec.

Connor started kissing the head of my cock, right at my piss slit leaking precum. His lips were soft and deliberate, feeling euphoric against my sensitive big head. As each kiss lingered, he worked his way down the underside of my shaft. Between kisses, he’d glance up with this playful smirk, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He took his sweet time tracing the veins along the way, his breath warm against me until he reached my large, heavy balls. He landed one kiss on each; slow and appreciative, before his tongue swept over them. Warm and wet, flickering against my scrotum, lapping up the musky sweat from our workout. I groaned out in approval as he bathed them thoroughly. Then he dragged that tongue back up my shaft’s ridge, slow and deliberate, making me shudder. When he reached my head again, he paused, letting my cock pulse and leak onto his tongue while he grinned up at me, mouth open and waiting.

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you sport?” I said smiling down at him. He responded with an approving grunt while giving soft kisses and licks, nuzzling my cock head. “I know I say it, but you look so pretty on the end of my cock sport. But I think I told you to suck it, so get sucking, pretty boy.” I said with a wink and a commanding glare. Connor’s eyes glittered with mischief before he sealed his mouth over my large, swollen cock head. His lips flared and stretched around my immense girth filling his warm, wet mouth.

Connor moaned softly around my cock as he bobbed on the end of it. His hands gripped my meaty, thick shaft as he sucked. I could feel his tongue dance and twirl around my sensitive head, somehow managing to do so with his mouth stuffed full. Those perfect blue eyes locked on mine, sharp and challenging, like he was daring me. He was always so desperate before, but now was savoring every second, dragging the moment out.  I watched his gaze sharpen, my jaw flexing with a raw need, my veins boiling with hunger. He knew exactly how deep my dominance was running right now.

“Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore, sport.” The words tore from me as my restraint shattered. My hands locked around his blond head, driving him halfway down my shaft, the tip breached and pushed through his throat. Connor choked wetly around me, but his mouth took the brutal rhythm oh my thrusts, gagging every time I carved deeper into him, tight and wet. Between the rage from earlier still simmering in my blood, my raw lust for my son, and his teasing, my control was evaporating as I went primal. Below me, his eyes swam with tears from each punishing thrust into his mouth. But deep inside those blue eyes, complete triumph, he wanted this. Wanted me to go feral, begging without using the words. Desperate for my roughness.

“Huh, you like that? Like choking on my thick fucking dick, boy?” I taunted, fingers tightening in his hair as I pushed three-quarters of my length past his stretched lips and deep into his throat. His muscles fluttered around my shaft franticly, while his palms explored my stomach, catching on the coarse hair. Gagging violently, wet with desperation, he strained until I released him. He jerked back, breaking the slick connection with a wet pop. My spit-shined cock bobbed before him, still glistening and connected to his swollen lips with slobber as he gasped for air.

“Fuck, dad!” Connor panted, grinning as he caught his breath looking up at me. “Took you long enough.”

“You slutty little cocktease.” I growled as I yanked him upright. I leaned down and my mouth crashed against his, hungry and possessive, while my hand clamped around his throat. Not choking him, but in a way to claim him. He whimpered in bliss, melting into me, his tiny pathetic prick hard and leaking against me. It drove me wild. My other hand slid down his taught back, my fingers digging into the cleft of his ass, finding his warm, fluttering hole. “You know just how to push my buttons sport. Now you’re gonna get what you deserve.” I growled the promise, fumbling to open our locker behind us. Simultaneously, I kicked off my shoes, then stepping out of my socks and shorts that were around my ankles. As my hand fumbled around in the locker, I found it; the bottle of lube I had stowed away in my bag.

Squirting the cool liquid onto my fingers, I massaged them between Connor’s cheeks, delicately circling his little pucker. He was loose from yesterday, looser than his typical resistance, allowing me to slide two slick finger into him with ease, getting him ready. My touch making him moan. I squeezed more lube directly on my cock, gliding my fist around my length till it gleamed, slick.

“Get your ass to the fucking shower, boy.” I commanded with a grunt. Without hesitation, Connor led the way and I was hot on his tracks.

As we entered the tiled shower space, endless lines of steel shower heads gleamed under the fluorescent lights. We claimed the one around the corner as connor twisted the knob. Steam erupted out around us as I yanked him into my chest, our mouths crashing together again. My slick, ridged length bobbed out heavily against Connor’s own taut erection, colliding into each other with each movement. Our lips parted, I shoved him toward the wall beside our showerhead, his palms smacking tile as he braced it.

“Spread em, boy.” The command hung in the humid air. Connor obeyed instantly, his chest flush against the cool tiles, legs planted wide. His hands gripped his own cheeks, pulling them apart to expose the glistening, slick pucker between them. He was ready, ready for me. I stepped up behind him, getting into position as my cockhead nudged his entrance. With a gentle push, I entered him, his sphincter giving way and stretching around my girth. One thrust buried me deep inside, his body yielding in trembles as Connor’s euphoric squeal echoed off the tile walls.

Connor:

“Ugh, oh fuck, dad!” I gasped out, my vision blurring as he sheathed himself fully inside me. My anal ring screamed for rest, but the raw hunger for him drowned it out. His calloused fingers gripped onto my waist, yanking me flush against him. Against the smooth curve of my ass, I felt his course pubic hair, and heavy bolder like balls, hot and pressed against me. A brutal confirmation he was all the way inside. The stretch burned, familiar yet still overwhelming, as I forced myself to relax around his pulsing shaft. All the practice we’d had paid off; within moments, he was thrusting into me with a relentless, punishing rhythm.

“Fuck yeah boy. Take my big fucking cock, sport.” Dad voice rasped with a grunt against my neck.

“Awh yeah, dad…. So.. mmmhf… fucking good.” The words shuddered out of me as I arched backwards, pushing against his thrusts. His force picking up, yet I still felt his restraint. That tension in his hip, holding back that primal, rough need beneath. “Cmon dad, don’t hold back.” I gasped out, twisting to look back and catch his eyes, “Fuck me… fuck me how you really want to.” A fierce grin appeared on his face as his hands pulled me upright. His mouth crashing into mine, hot and claiming, before forcing me back against the wall.

“Fuck, son. You’re such a desperate little slut. My slut.” His voice was rough, breathless. Then *whack* a sharp slap stung my ass before his hands clamped hard around my hips again.

He drove into me with a brutal rhythm, each thrust tearing a deep groan from his throat while I choked on broken cries of bliss. Every slam of his body against mine blurred my thoughts, leaving only the raw sensation; the slap of skin, the tightness of his grip, the way he yanked me backward onto his cock, relentlessly. I couldn’t form words. All that escaped me were ragged euphoric whimpers.

“Take it, son! You like that, like a real man’s cock stretching you wide?” Dad rasped aggressively against my ear, his hips hammering into me. The wet slap of skin on skin bounced off the shower tiles. It had to have been loud enough to echo through the locker room. It was reckless, but neither of us gave a damn.

His thick shaft beat up my insides, sparking a deep, unfamiliar heat. That warmth blooming from where he pistoned into me, spreading shockwaves throughout me. The harder he drove, the hotter it burned, a savage pleasure coiling tighter with each thrust. My body was betraying me, lost in something raw and foreign to me.

“Awh, fuck! Dad!” I gasped, my voice cracking as raw need tore through me. His arms locked around me, one banding across my collarbone, the other around my abdomen, dragging me flush against the furnace like heat of his body.

“That’s it, boy,” he grunted against my ear, teeth scraping skin before plating a kiss on my neck. “Take every thick fucking inch of me. Every inch.. of your dad.”

His words hit me like a shot of adrenaline, jolting my already fevered nerves. Shifted into this new angle, every sensation amplified tenfold. My mouth hung agape, whimpered moans tearing from my throat as pressure built behind my eyes, boiling over as a warm tear of bliss ran down my cheek. I was overstimulated, every inch of me vibrating on edge, yet he drove deeper, relentless. That molten heat surged violently, I could feel it begging to crest over. Almost there, almost... but this was different. This wasn't release.

“Ohhhh, fuckkk!!! Dad!!!” The cry tore from my throat as my body convulsed, trembling beyond control. Each brutal thrust of my dad’s cock driving deeper, came an involuntary flood; my tiny penis twitched uncontrollably as it began to squirt. I wasn’t cumming either, I realized with dizzying shame that I was pissing myself. I was coming undone and helpless. “Ahhh, dad!” The cry escaped as the torrent continued. This had never happened, this surrender, this violation of dignity. Then again, he’d never taken me with such savage force before.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he growled, fingers tracing the ridge of my hipbone while his thumb teased a nipple. “Look at you, son. I actually made you squirt like a bitch.” Each brutal thrust punched the breath from my lungs, drawing another hot stream to blast out onto the tile floor. His rhythm only intensified, more possessive, as if my wet release drove him feral with desire. Sweat slicked our bodies, the air thick with salt and musk and the raw, primal sounds tearing from both our throats.

“God, you… you fuck me so good!” The words trembled out as my bladder finally emptied. His massive dick kept steady pressure deep in my ass, keeping that radiant warm wave of pleasure consistent.

“Yeah? You like that? C’mere, boy!” His voice a low rasp as he hooked my thigh over his shoulder, forcing my leg high while my other foot stayed planted. The shift in angle made him lean back, and I gasped as he drove into me so deep it stole my breath, like he was pushing into my chest. My flushed little cock and drawn-up balls jutted out on full display. Then he started hammering into me, rough and relentless thrusts that stretched me wide open in this brutal split of a position, giving him everything.

“Awh, fuck, Daddy!” I gasped, trembling at the edge. Resistance was useless, my climax coming with a vengeance. “Dad, I’m… I’m cumming!” My voice broke as my small, flushed, cock convulsed, pulsing wildly while erupting blasts of my translucent cum. The warm streaks dribbled down my smooth thigh and droplets pooled on the cold tile beneath us.

He grinned, taking in the site of me climaxing. “Attaboy. Let it all out,” he rumbled, pride thick in his voice. “Love seeing you lose it just from taking my cock.” His mouth sealed over mine mid-climax, swallowing my cries as I shuddered against him, legs splayed wide. Every pulse ripped through me, raw and sweet, while he kissed me deeper.

Suddenly, we both heard footsteps hitting the tile floor. We weren't alone and had nowhere to hide. At the same moment, our lips parted and looked up. There stood Dean, completely naked, with a thick, uncut, angry 8.5-inch erection jutting from his crotch. Coppery pubic hair at his groin trailed up over his sculpted abs and firm pecs. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as his gaze pinned us.

“I knew you two were twisted,” he murmured, his bare soles padding across cool tile. “Just didn’t grasp how deep it ran.” Dad kept me impaled on him, though he let my leg slide from his shoulder. We froze, me trembling, but him, he was radiating volcanic heat as Dean closed in.

“Don’t stop for me.” Dean’s grin split wide, flashing his predator like teeth. “Locked up front, so it’s only us here.” His hand slid down, giving himself a stroke, his meaty foreskin peeled back, revealing his swollen purple knob of a head. Eyebrow arched, he purred, “Room for one more?”

“Yeah, I don’t share.” Dad’s voice was iron, and final. “My son is mine.” The declaration sent tremors through me. My insides clenched around his pulsing cock deep inside of me. Nothing compared to that, hearing him state his claim over me. Saying that I belonged to him, and only him.

“Ahh, I get it. Hard to argue with that.” Dean’s posture stiffened as the uncomfortable silence thickened between us.

"You… uh… you can’t touch," Dad murmured, his grip tightening on my wrists as he pinned them against the small of my back, “but you can stick around and watch, if you want”. The interruption seemed to dissolve into the charged air between us. Without missing a beat, he resumed his rhythm, each thrust deliberate, as though our brief exchange had been nothing more than a pause for breath.

“Awh, fuck. Daddy.” The whimpered moan escaped my lips. Shock of the situation still hung heavy in the air.

“I can get down with that.” Dean said smiling as he took a couple steps closer, getting a better view of the action unfolding. He was tugging at his hard on, which while impressive, was no match for what my father was packing.

Dad began hammering into me again as if he never stopped. His heavy bull nuts slapped against me with every deep thrust. Having Dean watching our incestuous exhibitionism turned me on. Dad clearly felt it too, deep dicking me with a fury.

"Hell yeah, kid! Take every inch! Show me how much you crave your dad’s dick!" Dad growled.

"You're huge! God, you fuck me so good!" I gasped with a whimper. He'd pull almost completely out before ramming back in brutally, demonstrating how thoroughly he'd conditioned my body to handle his size.

"Fuck, this is unreal. Can't believe you're actually father and son!" Dean groaned, tugging on his nuts while stroking himself. "I thought I was big, that monster cock dwarfs me!” He stared in awe as I took my Dad's punishing thrusts.

“My boy takes it like a champ,” Dad said beaming with pride as he released my wrists. “ Check this out.” In one swift motion, he gripped my thighs and hoisted me upward, folding me backward into him like a snapped wishbone while keeping me speared on his cock. A choked gasp escaped me as his palms anchored at the back of my head and his arms pinned my thighs, locking me in a crushing full Nelson. My fingers dug into his strong forearms, my moans raw and ragged as he drove into me. Though I’d just climaxed, my little dick stayed full, bobbing wildly with his thrusts, splattering translucent beads of precum in any direction.

“Awh, fuck! Dad!” I whimpered through my gritted teeth, the sensation overwhelming me. This was beyond anything I’d imagined.

Dean’s voice cut through the haze, rough with arousal. “Damn, look at him take it! And that puny little thing between his legs! How’s yours so big and his so small?” He pumped himself furiously, hips thrusting into his fist. The comparison sent sparks through me. I could feel Dad’s grip tighten at the words.

“Perfect, isn’t it?” Dad growled, driving deeper as he lifted my hips. “Like nature’s design; some built to give, others made to take.” He punctuated each thrust with a grunt. “Right, sport?”

“Y,yes!” My voice fractured into breathless cries. “Fuck me harder, Dad! God, please, don’t stop!”

“Damn, watching you both… I’m close. Need to pace myself.” Dean confessed, dragging his forearm across his glistening forehead as he eased his rhythm.

“Ugh, you’re such a hot piece of ass, sport. You make me feel so fucking good. Taking my cock like a good boy.” Dad hissed in my ear as he kept hammering into me roughly. His sweat slicked skin pressed against mine as the heat between us radiated from how intense we were fucking. “I love you, son. I fucking love you so much.” He grunted with ragged bursts.

“Ugh, dad! Yes! I love you too!” My voice trembled as breath caught between moans. The sheer force of him, the primal thrusting, it consumed me completely. My father owned me in that moment, driving into me with possessive fury like I existed solely for his pleasure.

“Goddamn, boy… almost there. You want me to cum in you, son, breeding that perfect little pussy?” He teased in grunt, his hips snapping harder. I could feel his cock swell, that telltale thickening before release. My tiny penis was achingly hard again getting close to my second release. In the corner of my eye, I could see Dean working his shaft again, his eyes dark with desire from our show.

“Cum in me dad.” I pleaded desperately. “Blow that big load in me. Breed me!” I needed his load. With the midair leverage, he really started slamming into me deep, like each thrust was a promise of his warm, thick flood.

“Awh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Take it, sport! Ugh, fuck!” Dad growled against my neck, his hips slamming tight as his cock bucked violently inside me. I felt every thick, warm pulse flooding me deep. Each thrust forcing more of his potent seed where it belonged.

“Oh fuck yeah, you’re cumming so much, dad!” I moaned out as he continued filling me. I was so close to cumming again myself as I felt my little cock twitching uncontrollably with an ache for release.

“Oh fuck, that’s so god damn hot!” Dean grunted out, completely focused on us, and stroking hard.

I felt dad finish deep within me, the shuddering pulse echoing through as we both gasped for air. “Damn, boy,” he rasped between breaths, “That was fucking hot.” a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.. His gaze shifted to Dean; his hand still stroking his cock rhythmically. "Better showcase my craftsmanship." He added with a widening grin, his hands slid from my head to cradle behind my knees, lifting me slowly off his shaft. His thick, corded length dragged agonizingly against my prostate until only his fat swollen head remained, sealing his cum inside me. He held me suspended like that, plugged and full, his seed settle heavily in the hollowed space he’d carved.

Then he withdrew himself, his flared ridge passing my stretcher out ring of muscle. His load surged outward with a guttural squelch and a rush of trapped air, leaving me exposed, dripping and trembling, my asshole gaping and pulsing. "Hell yeah, boy," came his voice in my ear, thick with satisfaction. "Look at that fucking hole." His spent cock swung heavily below, slick and glistening.

My fingers drifted downward, tracing my swollen, quivering rim. I pushed one digit into my achingly opened hole, feeling his viscous warm load still within. "Christ, Dad," I murmured, lips curling. "You really wrecked my hole."

“Awh, fuck!” Dean groaned before dad could say anything else. Held in Dad’s arms, we watched Dean’s cum shoot out and splatter onto the tile, his body shuddering. “Jesus! Holy fuck!” The guttural cries tore from him as he finished. Strange how easily he’d faded from our awareness during those final, desperate moments between Dad and I.

After that, Dad lowered me gently. My legs trembled violently, hardly able to hold myself upright. I sank to my knees immediately and took his spent length between my lips to clean him. I managed half its thickness before retreating, keeping just his swollen head resting heavy on my tongue. The mingled taste of our fuck and his cum still fresh on his dick. I frantically stroked my sensitive little boner, pinching it between thumb and forefinger as my second climax surged desperately close.

Dad watched, eyes locked on me, pure pride warming his face as he gazed down. My lips stretched taut around his girth, muffled moans vibrating against him. "There you go, sport," he coached, his rough palm combing through my damp hair. "Let it go." I stared up, drowning in his eyes, and felt the point of no return hit. A choked, whimpering cry escaped as I convulsed into release. Being my third climax of the day, I only blew a couple small watery ropes, followed by empty twitches as the aftershocks rolled through me.

The wet pop echoed as Dad pulled free, resting his heavy wet cock on my face as I settled back on my heels. I felt the warm seep of his thick load still leaking from my stretched sphincter. We stayed frozen like that, all three of us, breath ragged as we came down from our orgasmic bliss.

“Holy fuck, that was hot.” Dean finally said, breaking the silence.

“It always is.” Dad said in response, but kept his eyes on me grinning. I couldn’t help but smile back up at him, as his dick still rested on my face.

Dad helped me to my feet, steering me toward the shower spray still cascading down. My legs trembled, so he wrapped an arm around me, holding me steady. Dean approached, claiming the adjacent showerhead as Dad drew me under the warm water. Tilting my chin up, Dad pressed his lips to mine in a deep, lingering kiss. His calloused palms roamed over my smooth skin, mirroring how my own hands traced his broad shoulders. All the while, Dean's gaze remained fixed on us, silent and observant.

“Man, today’s my lucky day,” Dean chuckled, his grin widening as we pulled apart. He lathered soap across his chest, steam curling around us. “I started here a few weeks back and couldn’t help noticing you two. Felt this… vibe. Didn’t expect, this, though. Seriously fucking hot, the ultimate fantasy.”

Dad’s arm tightened around my waist. “So, our secrets safe between us?”

“Hell yeah,” Dean said, slicking back his hair. “You’re living the dream. Just keep it for slow hours, management wouldn’t buy any excuse for, this.” His laugh echoed off the tiles.

“Deal.” Dad bumped fists with him, then caught my mouth in a quick, claiming kiss. We washed each other slowly, Dean’s gaze lingering as he mirrored our movements, the water cascading over skin.

Later, dressed and parting ways, Dean muttered an apology to Dad for flirting with me so openly. Dad just shrugged it off. In the truck, I slid across the bench seat until our thighs pressed together. His arm settled around my shoulders, warm and solid, as we drove away.

“Wanna grab some lunch?” He asked.

“Definitely, I’m starved after a pounding like that.” I said smiling at him. I definitely needed some food to build back some energy.

“Same here, sport! Same here.” He said with a grin as he threw the truck in drive and head out of the parking lot.

“Ya’know, I hope that… situation back at the gym was alright with you.” Dad’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the engine after we’d been driving awhile. His fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

“What situation?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. He’d just drilled every drop of cum from my body, twice. How could anything about that be anything but incredible?

“Well…” He hesitated, his usual confident facade slipping for a moment. “That guy watching us… when I was… fucking you like that. And…” He trailed off, a heavy sigh escaping him. The sunshine splashed across his face, revealing a storm brewing behind those usually steady brown eyes as we slowed for a red light. “Did you… want him? For that fact, want anyone else? I shut it down without even asking you. Maybe you want to be with someone closer to your age. Someone… not your father…. and… and that’s okay. I just….” His gaze locked onto mine, intense and searching, as the truck came to a full stop.

“Dad.” The word came out softer than I intended. “First, that was the hottest fucking thing ever. You owning me like that… with him watching? It was perfect. And second…” I leaned closer to him on the bench seat, making it creak. “No. There’s only you, dad. What we have… it’s everything. Special and raw. I just… I can’t imagine getting fucked by anyone but you.”  I swallowed, feeling suddenly exposed “and when you… when you cum in me… when you cum on me, I feel like it’s your claim on me. Like it’s some sort of permanent mark of being yours. Your claim on me as being only yours.” I watched his throat work, his jaw tightening, a muscle jumping near his temple. For a second, I thought I’d gone too far. Then, slowly, a fierce, warm grin split his face.

“Of course I claimed you, sport.” The light turned green. The engine roared as he punched the gas, forcing his eyes back to the road. His hand landed heavily on my shoulder, comforting me with a squeeze. “You’re my boy, my son, and now my lover. You belong to me and only me. No one else deserves that, sport”.  His words weren’t just reassurance. They were a vow. And it settled deep in my bones, answering everything left unspoken between us.

“I love you, dad. I’m yours and only yours.” My palm settled on his thigh as I spoke, fingers tracing the muscle beneath his denim. Through the windshield’s glow, I caught the curve of his smile, a quiet victory. “I gotta admit, it was hot seeing you get rage filled and jealous today. Not to mention what you did with it?” My grin widened. “You really wrecked me.” His low chuckle vibrated through the steering wheel.

“Seeing anyone else touch you, just the thought, it detonated something in me.” He said, giving me a sideways glance, sharp and hungry. “But you… you know how to defuse a bomb. And take the blast.” He gave me a knowing wink, then the road swallowed his gaze again. “Never fucked anyone like the way I fucked you today.”  I felt a sense of comfort knowing that.

“I get it, Dad. The idea of you with anyone else tears me up inside too. It’s irrational, I know, but the fact you’re still married to Mom…” My voice trailed off as I sighed. His smirk faded instantly. His arm pulled me against him while he kept driving. “It’s just… I should be the one waking up beside you, falling asleep with you. She doesn’t deserve who you are, dad.” My hand tightened on his thigh again. “It’s awful to say about my own mother, but it’s true.”

“I know, sport. I feel the same way.” He sighed heavily, steering his truck onto the gravel shoulder. The engine idled as he turned to face me fully. “Listen to me, I don’t want anyone else other than you. Your mom and I… we haven’t touched each other like that in over a year. It’s just you and me. It always will be.” His calloused hand gripped the nape of my neck, warm and grounding. “Your mother leaving or not changes nothing. When she goes, and she will, there’ll be no one in my world but you.” The promise hung between us, sharp as his grin. I leaned into him, breath catching, and he closed the distance in a kiss tasting of passion and certainty.

Everything he described mirrored what I had been envisioning for us. Our gaze locked on each other in a comfortable acknowledgment as our kiss broke.

“I want nothing more then for it to be just us, dad. Well, maybe with more adventures where we break the rules.” My grin widened as I leaned against the truck’s worn leather seat.

His calloused hand tousled my hair, lingering like a promise. “We’re just getting started, boy. Trust me, I’ve got plans that’ll make your head spin.” He said with a wink, then pulled back onto the empty road, wind whipping through the cab.

The old truck tore through the streets, headed toward town. Dad and I kept trading secretive smiles and meaningful looks the entire trip. All the while, I imagined fresh, thrilling scenarios we might explore together; places he could take me, new intimacies we might share. Despite climaxing three times already, my little cock stirred again beneath my jeans. Dad awakened an endless hunger in me, and I craved every moment of it.

A short while later, we pulled up in front of a little diner we liked across town. Dad killed the engine and we both slid out, walking through the door into the familiar smell of grease and coffee. We took stools side by side at the counter, ordering lunch late in the afternoon. Burgers for both of us and sharing some fries. Around us, other customers chattered, silverware clinked. Dad and I talked like always, easy and familiar. But beneath every word, every pause, thrummed something new. As if we talked in an inside joke almost. Looking into each other’s eyes I knew he felt it too. Knowing deep down, we wanted nothing more than to rip each other clothes off. I could feel my hole, still loose and wet with remnants of his load still inside me, quivering. I needed more. I needed him.

We wrapped up, Dad leaving cash on the counter before we headed back to his truck. He leaned against the hood, waiting until I reached him, his eyes dropping to meet mine.

"Alright, sport," he said, grin spreading. "What's left on the agenda? Anything you're itching to do?"

I checked my phone, it was barely past three. Plenty of daylight left. "Whatever you want, Dad. Just hanging with you was the plan," I replied, grinning up at him.

"Damn right," he chuckled, roughing my hair. "C'mon. Let's take a drive. Just me and my boy." The truck doors creaked as they swung open and we climbed in.

Dad backed out of the parking spot, shifting into drive as we rolled forward. His usual country music he’d listen to in the old truck played through the speakers, the windows wide open to the warm air. I slid across the bench seat to sit close beside him, his big, strong arm settling around my shoulders while his other hand stayed loose on the wheel. My palm rested warm against his muscular denim clad thigh. “This is Perfect” I thought, breathing it all in. Warm winds rushed through the cab as we turned onto roads I'd never seen, trails of worn asphalt curling through hidden valleys and over hillsides. Fields and forests unfolded beyond the ditches, the land itself shaping the path ahead. Dad knew these forgotten routes, and I watched the world move by, side by side with him.

“My boy having a good weekend?” Dad finally broke the silence after a few miles of comfortable quiet. I’d been so lost in contentment, I hadn’t even noticed the absence of words between us.

“Best one ever,” I said, smiling up at him. My fingers drifted along his thigh, tracing slow circles. I couldn’t help but admire the strained denim containing him between his thick thighs.

“They’ll all be like this now.” His grin widened, eyes lingering on me. “Real cute like that, taking everything in.” Heat flushed my cheeks at his words.

“I didn’t realize these roads were even here,” I told him with bright tone. The smile lingered on my face as I added, “It’s been miles since we passed anything at all.” His gaze held mine a heartbeat too long, long enough to see the lust in his pupils before they snapped back to the road ahead.

He chuckled, low and rough. "My buddies and I used to tear through here, raising hell, when I was younger. They built these thinking the town would spread. Never did." The tires bit into gravel as he turned down an unpaved path, dust billowing behind us. Strange how ten minutes from our driveway could feel like the edge of the world.

“You hot, sport? Lookin’ pretty flushed.” Dad’s sly grin slid toward me. The air hung thick, but I wasn’t exactly dripping sweat.

“Huh?” I asked, brow furrowing as the truck bounced over ruts. My palm slid higher on his thigh, then settled firmly over the pulsing bulge in his jeans.

“Better peel off some layers. Can’t have you overheating on me.” He flexed subtly beneath my touch, his denim straining more then it already was. I got the message, giving him a gentle squeeze through his jeans.   

“Yeah… real hot,” I agreed, yanking my shirt overhead. Dad’s grin widened as my pecs bounced with the trucks ride. “Ya’know, you probably should strip some layers off too.”

“Don’t you worry, I will,” he murmured, eyes raking me. “But gotta take care of my boy first. Now strip.” He said commanding, yet velvet-wrapped in that dad-voice.

I undid the button of my jeans, and lowered my zipper. With no underwear, the smooth bare skin of my groin bloomed through my undone fly before I shucked my jeans. Knees parted, I sat naked beside dad, my small flushed erection curving upward.

“Better already, dad.” I sighed, nuzzling close to him as my hand caressed his cock that was growing fuller by the second inside his jeans.

“I bet, sport. C’mere, give me a hand.” He pulled me closer against him, thighs spreading. My fingers fumbled at his jeans button, then the zipper. Sliding my hand inside, coarse hair scraped my soft hand before I found the thick root of his penis, warm and heavy in my palm. “Mmm, that’s nice,” he sighed, still steadily driving the truck.

I worked down his shaft, kneading and giving tender tugs until he was really straining his denim. Soon he’d have to let me free him entirely. While he drove, he peeled off his shirt, one arm, then the other, never taking his eyes off the road. Muscle and short, dark hair became exposed. Finally he yanked it over his head, tossed it atop my clothes on the floorboard, and snapped his ball cap backward. Just watching him breathe was getting me worked up.

“Ugh, fuck, dad. This is hot.” I breathed, still trying to work his cock that had grown down his powerful thigh. I wasn’t going to be able to free him without him pulling his pants down. I slid my palm higher, tracing the coarse trail of hair up his abdomen, every defined muscle radiating heat as I explored him. Dad eased the truck onto the gravel shoulder, tires spitting dust into the stillness of the abandoned road.

Throwing it in park, he growled "C'mere," pulling my face to his. Our mouths crashed together, his tongue tracing my lip as we kissed. His hand clamped on mine, shoving it back into the opening of his jeans. He arched upward, peeling his jeans past his hips. His massive hard cock sprang free, as my hand instinctively grasped at his insane girth. "Suck it, boy" he grunted when our kiss broke, spit-slick lips glistening. His fingers knotted in my hair, pushing me to his lap.

Eagerly, I parted my lips and took his cock in my mouth, the broad ridge of his head going just past my lips. Relaxing my throat, I began to bob up and down on the end of his cock. His rough palm slid down my spine, fingers dipping between my cheeks to find my quivering entrance, still wet and gooey from hours before, loose from our consistent fucking this weekend. He pushed into me effortlessly. A choked moan vibrated around his shaft as I worked him, one hand cradling the heavy weight of his sac while the other pumped his thickness from his base to my lips, ensuring no part of his manhood escaped my worship.

“Fuck, sport. That’s it.” Dad’s groan vibrated in approval as his fingers worked deeper inside me. Hearing that raw approval, knowing I drew it from him, sent heat coiling through me to work harder. I tried taking more of him down my throat, but the angle fought me, as I began to gag. Just as I did, dad’s grip pulled me back. Then his mouth covered mine again, swallowing my gasp.

When we broke apart, his eyes held mine, a fierce pride there, his grin possessive yet parental. He swung his door open with a creek and steeped out of the cab. I followed, bare skin meeting the warm air without a care. At the tailgate, his jeans were already down to his knees. Thick thighs, muscular ass cheeks, and his powerful upper body; all covered with dark hair catching the sunlight, his body open to me. He dropped the gate down with one hand, then lifted me, setting me down on it. Our mouths crashed again.

My legs fell wider, His massive dick, heavy and insistent, throbbed against my own tiny,  arched boner. He encircled me with powerful arms, mirroring how I clung to him, while his lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my neck.

“Fuck, dad! What if someone drives by and sees us?” I gasped, my voice trembling as the evening breeze brushed our exposed skin.

He chuckled, low and unbothered, rising to his full height. “Nobody comes down these old roads, sport. And if they do?” His grin widened, calloused fingers wrapping around his shaft as he nudged his fat, swollen cock head against my upturned little spike. “Let ’em look.”

Our cocks danced, as he slapped and rubbed his against mine. His, a monstrous, thickly veined pillar of his masculine essence beside my flushed, pathetic little, erection. I bit my lip, mesmerized by the contrast as his hips moved, causing them to saw against each other.

“Love seein’ your monster next to mine,” I murmured, shivering as his eyes locked onto me.

“Same here, boy.” He leaned in, claiming my mouth in a rough kiss before hoisting himself onto the tailgate beside me. His strong, legs dangled over the edge. “C’mere,” he ordered, slapping a palm against his leg. “On my lap.”

As instructed, I climbed onto him facing him, feeling his thick, pulsing, length slide between my ass cheeks. Dad pulled me down hard against his mouth, hands kneading the flesh of my ass as his cock throbbed against me, wet with my spit and his leaking precum. That familiar ache returned. "Fuck me, Dad, right here" I whispered against his lips, breathless.

He grinned, bracing back on his elbows. "Show me how bad you want it, boy. Ride me" he challenged. I lifted my hips, guiding him to my wet entrance. With a slow exhale, I sank down, stretching around his thick girth as we groaned in unison. My palms pressed against his hairy pecs while I worked myself deeper, inch by inch. Dad watched, transfixed, as his cock disappeared inside me.

“Fuck, sport. Christ, you’re still gripping me like a vice. Take it, all of it.” Dad’s voice was a raw, guttural rasp as I sank onto him. I shuddered as I felt myself bottom out, coarse hair scratching against my tiny balls and ass cheeks.

“Oh god, fuck…” The words tore from me in a broken moan. I leaned forward, my mouth passionately clashing into his. As we kissed, I raised my hips up, his fat shaft dragging along my insides causing me to moan, then slammed back down, impaling myself on his giant dad dick over and over again.

As the sun beat down on us, we both began sweating. I increased my speed, riding him harder and making us both moan into each others mouths, neither wanting to break our kiss. Suddenly, I went to high, and felt his huge flared head pass my stretched sphincter. His cock popped out of me audibly as I felt my hole gaped open again.

“Shit, dad.” I let out as we broke our kiss and I reached between us to realign him, before taking him in and sinking down to the base. “Oh, fuck yes!” I whimpered as I did.

“You feel so fucking good on my cock, sport. You look so good riding it too. Fuck!” Dad grunted out, as one of his hands ran through my hair, fixing it for me before he sat up. He held onto my back to make sure I wouldn’t fall off the tailgate as I continued fucking myself up and down on his cock.

“It’s so fucking good, dad... your cock feels amazing," I whimpered, looking into his eyes as my voice trembled.

"Yeah? My big cock's treatin' my boy right? Tell me more, c'mon, sport," he grunted, as he savored every word.

"Mmmf... so full. Stretchin' me… perfectly, dad. So deep..." I gasped, arching beneath him. "Feels unreal... your cock that made me... fuckin'… wrecking me... it’s so… so fucking good!" My vision blurred as I held onto him tight, my pleasure spiked deep within.

“Oh, fuck, you’re such a hot little thing, son,” he growled, fingers digging into my hips as he lifted me, slamming me down harder onto his shaft. Like I was nothing but a toy. “Can’t hold back, gotta fuck my boy’s tight hole. Your dad’s cock feels so goddamn good in you,” he grunted, our pace turning brutal.

Ecstatic moans tore out of me as he pistoned me up and down his thick length. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, Dad!” I gasped, surrendering. Late sun poured over us, exposing every slick detail of our bodies. When my hand slid down to cover my small privates, he ripped it away.

“No. Let me watch that pretty little dick bounce while I fuck you, son. I made every perfect inch of you, and I want to see it.” His words burned through me. It always made me feel good knowing he craved my smallness as much as I worshipped his gargantuan size. “I’m close, boy... so fucking close,” he panted, eyes locked on me.

“Fuck yeah, dad! Give it to me.” I pleaded, aching for his release.

“Christ, I need to cover you, boy!” he growled, hefting me off his length. My hole clenched around the open air left behind as he dragged me from the tailgate, forcing me to my knees. His fist pumped that thick shaft before my eyes while I fumbled with my own tiny cock, already leaking, already trembling on the brink. Three frantic tugs and I shattered.

“Fuck! Dad, I’m coming!” I cried, arching back on my heels as my dick spat translucent warm streaks of cum across my lower abdomen.

“Yeah! Shoot that load, son! Fuck, I’m gonna cum too! Take it!” His roar cut through the air an instant before the first thick warm rope splattered my forehead. My mouth flew open, hungry, just as another arc shot into my hair. He adjusted, lower, and the next blast hit my cheek, my nose, then finally my waiting tongue. I swallowed thickly as another glazed my lips, dripping down my chin as I grinned up at him through the mess.

“So much cum,” I murmured, tracing the pearlescent ropes on my skin as he emptied himself over me. Thick globs shot across my chest, dripping lower as I held still before him.

“Fuck, I’m still cumming, boy!” he rasped, hips jerking as another thick blast hit my temple, then my jaw. “Fuck!” The groan tore from him, raw and unfiltered, while his fist worked his swollen length relentlessly.

When the tremors finally eased, we lingered in the quiet of the evening sun. Breath ragged, eyes locked. His seed slid slow and sticky down my face and torso. I grinned, tongue sweeping over my lips, tasting salt and musk, tasting him. My love for my father, his body, his essence, burned fierce between us. And the way he watched. pride blazing in his gaze as I knelt there, drenched in him.

Jeff:

I was still breathing heavily above him, an exhilarated grin spreading across my face as I gazed down. Sunlight caught Connor perfectly, making his sweat-slicked muscles gleam beneath the thick ropes of my seed blast across his skin. His smile was radiant as he looked up at me, then leaned forward to press a tender kiss against the spent tip of my flared head. Seeing him like this, utterly satisfied, filled me with pride, and I knew he loved it too.

“Seriously, Dad,” Connor chuckled, fingers lazily tracing my spent shaft. “Your balls must work overtime with how much you shoot.”

“Don’t pretend you aren’t addicted to it, my little cumdump,” I teased, grinning at his flushed cheeks.

He bit his lower lip, eyes darkening. “Never said I was complaining.”

I helped him to his feet and leaned down, my lips finding his as we kissed. I could taste my own cum on his lips and in his mouth. A reminder that he was mine. Only mine.

“I love you, dad.” Connor said, almost in a whisper as we broke our kiss.

“I love you too, sport.” I said with a loving grin. “Now, what’d ya say we just hang out here for a bit, I want to show you something.” I told him which he eagerly agreed to. We hopped in the truck, still naked, Connor still glistening with cum. My old truck roared to life, and I put it in gear. Instead of the road, I swung the wheel hard, tires churning dirt as we cut deep into the shadowed field bordering us.

“Dad?” Connor questioned, a big glob of cum dripping down his cheek. I didn’t respond, just giving him a wink. I was going to show him my secret spot. It was a place I used to go, to think and clear my mind. I hadn’t been in years, but I wanted him to see it. He deserved to be there with me. As we cleared the big hill, I turned the truck so the bed was facing the lowering sun that was just starting to set, then killed the ignition.

We both got out of the truck and took in the view. The golden light washed down on the sea of wild grass swallowing the land, shadows pooling at the distant treeline. "Well?" I asked, nodding toward the molten horizon. "Worth the drive?" The dying sun crowned the oaks, the clouds stained tangerine and rose.

Connor didn’t respond, right away. He looked around at the world around him, how peaceful it was, just him and I out here. My cum still covered his upper body, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. I sat on the tailgate, still dropped from earlier.

“Wow, it’s so nice up here, dad. So peaceful.” He said as he leaned against the tailgate.

“Sure is. Now c’mon up here.” I said. With an eager grin, he climbed up and we moved to the bed of the truck. Our arms tangled around each other, he cuddled up to me and I to him. His blonde, cum splattered, head nestled into my strong pec, as my arm wrapped around his shoulder. His smooth body melted against my hairy frame, as cum dripped onto me. I didn’t care, this was a perfect ending, to a perfect day.

We lay there, nuzzling each other as the sun set further into the sky. My large soft cock resting against his tiny delicate nub of a soft dick, as if our penis’s were cuddling too. I wanted this. I wanted him. No matter what it took in the world, he’d always be mine, and I would be his.

“You mean the world to me, sport.” I told him as I held him close.

“You are my world, dad.” He responded back. His words sending a warm wave through me, making me grin.

We lay in the truck bed in silence, our hearts beating in unison as we watched the sun set. As the night sky began to take over, stars began to blossom through the darkness. Fireflies began dancing between the strands of wild grass. Our only light being the moon, which reflected its silvery light down on us. This was my last night with just my son before Mary came back, and I had no intentions on wasting it.

“Guess we should be getting back, sport. It’s getting late.” I whispered into his ear as we sat up.

“Yeah, I should probably shower too, you’re starting to dry up on me.” Connor said with a grin and chucking to himself a bit.

With that we hopped out of the truck bed, and I closed the tail gate. As we got in the truck, Connor slipped his jeans up his legs, but remained shirtless since his chest was still splattered with my seed. I too pulled my jeans up the rest of the way, but kept my shirt off. We quickly tore out of the field to get back home.

In less than 15 minutes, Connor and I were walking in the doorway together. Having a late lunch, we both said we weren’t hungry for anything heavy. I told Connor to go shower up and I’d get some snacks out for us to hold us over till the morning. As I heard the water hissed through the pipes, I got out some cheese, crackers and sliced meat to make a little charcuterie board for us. I also grabbed us a bottle of wine, putting it on ice, and two wine glasses, then head upstairs.

I kicked off my clothes from the day then walked into the bathroom, opening the shower door and seeing Connor’s perfect, wet body glistening in the steam.

“Hope you don’t mind if I join you here, sport.” I murmured against his neck before my lips found his skin. My calloused hands mapped his smooth, chipped abs, tracing every valley of his stomach.

“Mmm, wish you joined sooner, dad. I was just wrapping up, but I can stick around.” He said smiling up at me as our bodies mingled under the spray of water.

“Nah, that’s okay, boy. You go ahead. I got some food out for us downstairs. I’ll be quick anyhow.” I said as I kissed the top of his soaked blonde head. He turned to face me and our lips crashed against each other passionately as our arms wrapped around one another.

“See you downstairs, dad.” Connor said as our kiss broke. My teeth gently grazed my lip, staring at his perfectly firm bubble butt as he left me in the shower. Quickly, I grabbed some soap and washed my hairy body, cleaning it from the afternoon and remnants of our last fuck.  Tonight though, tonight I would make special, and rememberable for both of us. My big cock already growing in my hand as I washed it, stroking it with suds. I cradled my big heavy balls, washing them too.

I finished washing the rest of myself, then quickly rinsed off, turning the water cold to stop my dick from growing any harder. Getting out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off before hanging it back on the door. There was no need for clothes at this point, so I headed straight down to the kitchen where Connor was waiting. Standing behind the kitchen island, he had two glasses of wine poured with that cute knowing smirk on his face as I appeared. I could feel his eyes slowly trace every inch and curve of my naked body.

“Thirsty, dad?” He asked as he held out the other glass of wine, we clinked the rims together before taking a sip. He then cocked an eyebrow as he stepped fully into view, the scarlet thong I’d gifted him clinging to his hips.

“Mmmhm, I am now, sport.” My palm slid around his waist, spinning him toward me. My cock already swelling at the sight of my perfect, slutty, boy. “Now, let’s eat something before you get me too worked up.” I told him, studying every perfect line and curve of his body.

“Fine”. He laughed softly, leaning forward to pluck a cracker layered with cheese, then offering one to me. Our bodies remained close, my calloused palm tracing slow arcs along his toned back before drifting lower to cup the firm curve of his ass. Heat gathered low in my groin, my cock thickening and jutting out from my body, but not yet rigid.

“Fuck, you look incredible,” I murmured, swallowing a sip of wine.

His smile warmed the space between us. “Thanks, dad. You’re always looking good yourself.” As he sipped, his fingers caressed my cock, causing it to quickly grow to full mast. I drained my glass in one go, watching Connor do the same, the air thickening with unspoken hunger.

Leaning down, our lips locked, naturally, as our hands explored one another. As we kissed, I walked us towards the stairs and gave his ass a playful swat as he led the way to my bedroom.

Reaching my bed, I shoved him onto his hands and knees, hooking a finger under the thongs string to expose him. His stretched ring clenched tight, waiting for me. I bent low, mouthing the curve of his ass before driving my tongue straight into him. His hole put up no fight at all, I plunged deep, fucking him with it, tasting remnants of myself inside him where my seed hadn’t escaped out yet.

“Ugh, fuck! Yes dad, eat my hole!” Connor gasped, arching back against me. His desperate plea making me even hungrier. A rough groan tore from my throat as I buried my face deeper, eating his ass with a vengeance . I felt every trembling clench of his muscle belonged to me. I reared back, spat thickly onto his pulsing hole, a perfect target, then rose, lining my hips to his wet entrance. No warning. Just the brutal thrust that sheared past his yielding rim. “Awh, fuck yes dad!” His cry shattered as I sank deeper, carving into him. “Your cock… god… you’re filling…me…”

“Fuck, boy! You’re squeezing daddy so tight.” I pushed deeper, meeting no resistance, he was already open and ready, taking every thrust without hesitation. His slick, warm, insides clung perfectly as I moved. Tugging the thong’s string higher, I bared more of him before gripping his hips hard, driving into him with deliberate force.

“Awh, yeah! Fuck me, dad! Give it to me… mmmhf… your huge cock!” he whimpered, trembling as my shaft stretched him wide. The wet slap of our bodies colliding echoed through the room. His back arched backward, desperate, grinding against me for deeper, rougher thrusts.

“Tell daddy how bad you need this fat dick ruining your ass,” I growled, driving into him harder.

“God, yes, you’re so deep, dad! Fuck!” he cried out. In one motion, I flipped him onto his back, never slipping out. Pinning him down, I hammered into his hole relentlessly. His perfect smooth pecs bounced with every thrust while his hand slipped to the pouch of his thong, frantically rubbing at the fabric keeping his tiny cock trapped behind its confines.

“Fuck, boy! Look at you, so fucking pretty taking my cock in your ass while you rub that needy little clit.” I grinned, driving deeper as he whimpered. Pulling out slick and glistening, his hole spasmed, as I slapped my shaft against his trapped dick. The fabric damp from his precum. With one sharp tug, I ripped the thong away, leaving him exposed; that flushed, twitching little cock begging for attention. I teased him with slow drags of my swollen head across it before our mouths met again in a lip locking embrace.

He moaned into my mouth as I grunted into his, our cocks thrusting together in a slick rhythm. I savored the way his small, hard length pulsed and twitched against mine. Before I registered the movement, Connor slipped downward, peeling away from the mattress. As I shifted back a step, he sank to his knees before me. His mouth closed around the head of my cock, warm and wet, while one hand cupped my balls, the other stroking my length. Those blue eyes held mine, raw hunger and pure devotion blazed behind them.

"Awh, fuck, yeah," I choked out, watching his lips stretch around my girth. Connor lost himself in it, sliding halfway down my shaft, back to the tip, allowing his tongue to swirl and flick at my head, then down again. A practiced, perfect rhythm, all while his palm supported my sac. He knew what I craved, as if it were his own need. His mouth was perfection, but right now, I needed to be buried deep inside him again. Needed to fuck him hard, deep, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

I hauled Connor up, landing a quick passionate kiss on his lips, then pushed him onto the bed. He knew what I wanted, what he wanted. On his back instantly, knees drawn high and wide, spread open, his stretched, fluttering hole glistened, his little cock flushed and hard against his smooth, pale groin. I mounted him, hooked my arms under his knees, folding him nearly in half. His hips lifted, giving me ideal leverage to drive into him. My cock aligned perfectly to his hole and with a single savage thrust, I was buried to the hilt.

“Awh fuck, boy!  Yeah… God… you’re perfect.” I groaned, dipping low to claim his mouth before driving my hips, fucking and reclaiming his tight perfect hole. My thrusts hammered against his smooth, round ass, each one deeper than the last.

“Fuck! Nngh… so big! You’re unreal, dad!” Connor choked out between impacts. Pure ecstasy burned in his gaze, mirroring the bliss tearing through me.

The bed screamed beneath us, frame slamming the wall as I pounded my full weight into him, savage and untamed. Connor only ached for more, his head thrashing back as broken words tore free through his whimpered moans. His walls fluttered around my cock, that telltale quiver signaling how close he was. I studied every perfect inch of him beneath me as I pounded him out. Taught muscle rippling beneath sweat-slicked skin, his little cock strained crimson and bobbing wild with every drive of my hips. Uncontrolled moans spilled from him, raw music to my ears.

“Fuck! Dad! You’re... you’re gonna make me cum!” Connor gasped, his voice cracking into a high-pitched whine as his insides clenched like a vice around me. His breaths turned ragged and shallow, a sure sign he was teetering on the edge.

“That’s it, boy! C’mon…  cum for me, son!” I growled, hips slamming into him without mercy. Connor thrashed beneath me, wild and unhinged as pleasure detonated through him.

“Fuck! Dad, fuck!” he sobbed, his tiny cock jerking spastically. He’d blown so many times already today, his balls were drained. Only a single pathetic rope weakly shot out, landing on his lower abs. Anything more just dribbled and oozed from his slit while his dick kept shuddering violently. His face told the real story; eyes rolled back, mouth slack, his whole body trembling as the waves tore through him. And still I drilled into him, relentless, my cock grinding against that sweet spot deep inside, dragging out every last twitch of his orgasm.

“Fuck, sport! What a sexy little fuck you are,” I growled, driving into him so deep his whimpers vibrated against my chest. “Love feeling you lose control around my cock when you cum.” Connor arched beneath me, trembling through the aftershocks, his breath ragged gasps. My own climax beginning to unravel within me, demanding release. I pistoned into him harder, deep dicking my son. This was our last forbidden moment before reality returned. I wanted to make sure he’d feel it for the days to come.

“Give it to me, Dad! Fill me!” Connor whimpered through panting breaths as he took every thrust. He knew, knew I was close. “Breed me, Dad! Breed me full of your cum!” His body clenched like vise, milking me, dragging me over the edge.

“Fuck! Gonna pump you full, boy!  AGHH!” My roar echoed through the air as I buried myself to the hilt as my orgasm tore through me. Pulse after pulse, I emptied into him, pinning him down as we moaned together. He took every hard throb of my cock filling him with my cum. My son, being filled with the same cum that made him.

“Fuck, I love you, Dad. So fucking much.” Connor’s voice was a raw gasp against my ear, trembling as my cock throbbed uncontrollably, still emptying deep inside him. Words failed me, only deep groans tore free while I rode the last violent waves of my release.

Collapsing under my own weight, I crushed Connor beneath me. We lay tangled, slick with sweat, both heaving for air while I remained buried to the hilt in his well-seeded hole. When my breathing steadied, I pushed up to stare down at my son. His eyes held mine as I leaned in, claiming his mouth. His palms slid up my jaw, fingers digging into my short beard as our kiss deepened.

“Best weekend ever, Dad,” he murmured against my lips, grinning like he’d won the world. He stretched beneath me, arms locking behind his head, muscles flexing.

“Nothing less for my baby boy,” I growled, dipping down to pec his lips. “Love you too, by the way.” I said with a grin before my mouth crashed back onto his, hungry and passionate.

Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, woven together in our embrace. We both knew that come the morning, we’d have to work at full efficiency; stripping both beds and cleaning up evidence left behind before Mary stepped foot in the door. But in those final hours, the last stretch of our forbidden weekend, it was just us. Only the silent language of our even breaths sleeping together as father and son.